Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 357

Gilbert furrowed his brows, falling into a brief silence. “No more of this. Charles, let’s go!”

“Yes, sir!”

Charles, barely daring to breathe, hurried after him. Caroline stood rigid, her face ashen. What on earth was happening? Her brother was like this, her other brother was like this, and as soon as Sherilyn returned… it was as though the sky had changed!

Stepping outside, Gilbert caught sight of that silver Pagani again, his expression souring further.

“Mr. Ferguson has been following us, hasn’t left,” Charles explained.

Like a bad penny!

Gilbert clenched his jaw; he had no time for these games now. Let it be. He bent to get into the car, and they drove off, the silver Pagani trailing behind.

At the Johnson Group headquarters, a mountain of work awaited him. Gilbert mustered his energy, bustling about. By evening, he’d managed to wrap up most of his tasks. He had neither the energy nor the mood for any socializing.

Descending to the parking garage, he got into the car, ready to head back to the Johnson Mansion. As they drove out, Gilbert couldn’t help but ask, “Still no word?”

“…Yes,” Charles hesitated for a moment before replying.

his tie. It was the expected outcome. If there had been any

news. Perhaps Sherilyn has found some friends we don’t know

was cut off suddenly by the screech of brakes as the car came to an abrupt stop.

driver and asked, “David, you’ve been at this for ages.

just stopped right in the middle of the

a girl there. With the roads slick with snow, her belongings scattered everywhere, she was squatting down to gather

she from Sherilyn’s

did it matter to him

bad?

Gilbert, I’ll go lend

Chapter 357

the car to help Rebecca

drive on.

Charles helped her gather everything, “Be careful on these slippery roads.”

“Thank you.”

offered a smile, hugging

kindly offered, “Are you heading home?

hesitated before quickly declining, “I’ll manage on

to pick up a box and handing it to her. Looking puzzled, he asked, “Miss Rebecca, are you